By Mortice Deadlock, November 2001
I don't think it was my skill at adding up that got me the job!
Not that I got it because I slept with the boss either. I have slept with the boss, but that didn't get me the job.
I got it because I'm young, fit, handsome, and love getting into fetish gear. And that's not just my view, my boss Mike told me so.
Well, why not? You go into a fetish shop, and who do you want to see selling you the goods? Someone who looks great in them and is obviously very into the gear.
Well I'm 23, I regularly go to the gym to keep my body toned, and I like nothing better than being secured in something tight, secure and rubbery.
So let me tell you about a typical week in the shop...
"So, Mike, what will it be today?"
"I put out a little something for you in the first changing room, Andy."
Mike always selected something for me to wear. I consider it a perk of the job, to wear some different kinky gear each day. So far he'd never picked out anything that I refused to wear, although in principle I could ask for something else. And some of Mike's choices had been pretty extreme, especially considering I had to do a full days work in it.
I found what he had chosen - a full body harness. It looked a bit too innocent, so I expected something else was going to be involved.
I stripped off and put the harness on. It was a traditional leather design, with straps over the shoulders and under the arms, buckling onto a ring at the front. There were two straps leading downwards, the front one to a cover over my cock, and the rear one down between my arse cheeks and then connecting to the bottom of the cover.
The cover had zips at the side, and I found when putting it on that it had an inner leather panel with a hole for my cock and balls, then the front leather zipped up over it.
I put it all on, then went out to show Mike. As I expected, he said, "I'll just have to make a few adjustments here."
He tightened all the buckles, then pulled out a box of padlocks that I had seen many times before. He locked the buckles on the top half of the harness, but not the waist or rear straps.
But then he said, "Would you mind just stepping over here," and I knew all would become clear.
He led me to a piece of equipment I had been in a few times before. My ankles were put into the holes in a wooden pillory, then I was bent over forwards and my hands secured in another pillory at ground level near the first. This left me rather unstable, with my arse sticking in the air.
Mike undid my arse strap, and started lubricating my hole. "I got in a new set of pager plugs, because the last ones didn't seem to have a very strong buzz," he said as he pushed a large plug slowly into my arse.
I let out a small yelp as the widest part when past my sphincter, but once it was all in it was filling but comfortable.
He said, "Same arrangement, once you feel the buzz, come out to the front desk." He took a small box from his pocket and pushed a button on it. Then I felt the buttplug start vibrating - it was sure stronger than the last one of these I'd worn.
He held down the button as his other hand unzipped the cover of my crotch and felt how hard my cock was getting. "I see you're enjoying that! Have to do something about that then."
He stopped the buzzing, and fetched a triangle of leather, then put it inside my crotch cover before zipping it up.
I cried out, "Aargh," as the hundreds of small spikes pushed into my hard cock, pressed in place by the tightening zips.
Mike got some more locks, used them on the crotch cover zips and waist straps, then buckled and tightened the arse strap to hold the plug in, and locked that too.
He let me out of the pillory, and I stood up, trying to tend to my sore cock but there was nothing I could do since it was now locked up.
Mike was pleased with the arrangement he had chosen. "You'd better make sure you don't get too horny through the day, and I'll try to help by not buzzing you too much." And, as if by way of demonstration, I felt a quick vibrate of the plug which was now locked in my arse.
I was just trying to reach something from the top shelf of the storeroom, when I felt the buttplug kick into life. I steadied myself to stop falling off the ladder, then went out to the front desk.
Mike said, "This gentleman is interested in secure harnesses, so I thought I'd show him our life model." He patted and slightly squeezed my crotch - I tried to stop myself wincing at the spikes digging in.
I said to the guy, "Well this one sure is secure, and has a few other features installed at the moment too."
He looked me up and down a few times, smiling. "That looks great, though actually I was looking in particular for something that could be worn for quite a while under clothes without it showing."
He was right, the locks on the buckles rattled when I walked and would be visible under clothes. "Can I show you our low profile secure harness range?"
I lead him over to a rack of harnesses. "Instead of standard buckles, these have secure buckles which work like the ratchet on a handcuff. You push the end of the strap into this hole, and you can keep pushing it in to tighten the strap but you can't pull it out again. Squeeze the button on the secure buckles, and then it won't move either way. Turn the key in the lock, and then you can pull it out."
He looked through the rack. "That sounds like just what I'm looking for. I see this harness just has a cockring in the lower strap - do you have any which are more covered up down there?"
"Yes, we have a chastity option, if that interests you?"
I could see his face light up at the idea, so I pulled one off the rack. "As you can see, this metal tube will safely house your cock, holding it down between your legs. You won't be able to pull out of it once the straps are suitably tightened."
"That sounds perfect, can I try it on?"
I showed him the changing room, and a few minutes later he came out, still fully clothed.
He said, "I've got it on under my clothes, and it feels very comfortable and secure. I had quite a job getting my penis into the tube, it wouldn't go soft enough. I'll buy this, and keep it on for the moment." Then he added, "It's a pity I have to keep the keys, or I'd keep it on much longer."
I said, "That's no problem, you can leave the keys with us for the day if you like. We close at 9pm today, so just make sure you come back by then or you'll be stuck in it!"
His smile was beaming. "Thank you, I'll do that. Only, I'm leaving the city this evening so I'll be back before then."
I said, "That's no problem. Go pay at the front desk, and I'll go put these keys somewhere safe."
The man with the harness returned.
As I saw him come in, I went to get his keys.
He said to me, "Thank you very much for keeping the keys for me. It's been exiting wearing this all day knowing I can't escape from it."
I said, "That's no problem, we're glad to be of service."
"I would consider posting the keys back to my home, so I could stay locked in this a while longer, but I'm not sure I could wear it for that long, and I'm not sure I trust the post not to lose the keys."
I heard Mike shout, "Combo trick!"
I said, "Ah yes. If you like we could use a combination lock to secure the keys onto the harness. Then once you get back home you can call us and we'll tell you the combination."
His eyes lit up. "So I'll be fully secured until I make that call. Great!"
I went to find a combination lock, and set the combination to something I could remember.
When I returned, he had unbuttoned his shirt to show the centre chest ring, so I put the padlock through the holes in the top of the keys, snapped the lock shut around the ring, and spun the dials.
"There you go, nice and secure! Be sure to call before 9pm, when we shut today."
"Thanks very much. I'm sure I'll want out of the chastity harness before then."
He looked me up and down, then said, "Have you really been plugged and in that harness all day? You must be getting really horny in there!"
He squeezed my crotch cover, and the spiked dug into my cock, and once again I cried, "Aargh!"
Mike said, "You might need a bit of a hand getting into today's outfit."
I went into the changing room, to find what looked like a leather body suit with short arms and legs. However, it seemed to have lots of straps, buckles, and lacing. What's more, it had a leather cock-like tube poking out at the groin, with a thin rubber tube on the end and a small box along that.
But looking inside it, I found that there was a built in buttplug, and the leather cock sheath was lined with rubber.
I pulled it on, not quite knowing what to expect. I lubed up and inserted the plug in my arse, and put my cock in the rubber lined sheath.
I showed Mike, who started buckling up the straps and tightening some of the lacing. He said, "Breath in," then tightened some lacing around my waist, which made my waistline considerably smaller. And, of course, once the laces were knotted, my shape would stay that way for the rest of the day.
He tightened up laces in various other places, to make the whole suit very tight, and in some places quite hard to move around in. Mike said, "I'd usually lock you into your suit, but with this one there's no need as there's no way you could get out of it yourself. You'll hear it tick each time any fluid goes past it."
I asked, "So what's the tubing and the box for?"
"Ah," said Mike, "did you notice the hole in the end of the plug? Well, the tube from your cock goes round to the plug, which will give you a piss enema! And the box on the tube is a counter, which tells me the amount you've pissed into yourself."
He continued, "So get drinking, because I'm expecting to see a good few litres in you by the end of the day."
All I could say was, "Show me to your water!"
A man had been browsing the shop for a while, looking at cages. He called Mike over to ask about the details of one of the cages we have on display.
Mike answered him with, "Let me demonstrate it with the assistance of my house slave!"
He told me to get the padlock keys from behind the counter, then unlocked the cage.
This cage was vertical, designed for standing in, with three horizontal platforms made of sheet metal, which went right across it at various levels. When the cage was opened, half of each platform moved away with the door and the other half stayed in the cage.
The platforms had cut-out notches to hold body parts - two for ankles in the lowest platform, one for waist and two for hands in the middle platform, and one for neck in the top one. Each platform could be moved up or down by turning screws.
Mike opened the cage and had me stand in it, each body part sitting in its appropriate notch. Then he closed the cage, and the two halves of the platforms came together, preventing any chance of escape. He padlocked the cage, just for effect.
Mike explained that the waist hole in the middle platform was much larger than my waist, only because of the corseting effect of my suit. Also, the platform height should really be adjusted to the occupant or the requirements.
The hole in the top platform was half way up my neck, but Mike decided it wasn't positioned right. He adjusted it so that my head was being pulled upwards. I couldn't even stand on tiptoe because my hands were trapped in the middle platform.
"There," said Mike, watching me straining, "doesn't that look an appropriate situation for a slave?"
Mike explained to the customer, "I have a meter showing how much this boy has pissed, so I might as well put it to good use. I'll release him once he's pissed, say, another 200 millilitres, but lets leave him caged until then."
I needed to piss, so I let it go, and the others heard the ticking of the meter clocking up the piss running into my arse.
Mike went out to the storeroom, and came back with something he fixed onto the cage just by my head. "There you go, you can suck on this to get drinking water to help you piss."
I couldn't see anything happening below the level of the top platform, but I felt someone grab my sheathed cock and start rubbing it up and down.
Then I heard the customer say to me, "If I keep going with this, you might get an extra few millilitres through your meter!
"That's a big suit!" I said as I looked at what was waiting for me in the changing room.
It was a full rubber suit, with feet and hands. I'm sure it would have had a hood too, except that Mike doesn't like me being hooded while trying to talk to customers.
It had a long zip up the back, and a separate one for arse access. But at the front it had what from the outside looked like a large cock and balls in hard rubber. There was a hole on the inside to allow my cock and balls to fit into the oversized shape on the front of the suit, but since that was hard rubber, there would then be no access to the flesh inside.
What's more, the suit looked like it had large nipples, but I recognised them as snakebite suckers. They would no doubt be used to pull my tits while I was wearing the suit.
I put lots of talc into the suit, and managed to squeeze myself into it - quite tight.
When I was done, Mike came over to check me out. As I expected, he put a padlock onto the main suit zip, and then made sure the suit's nipples were sucking hard at my nipples. Then he bent me over, pushed a buttplug into me, and locked up the arse zip too. He also rubbed over the artificial cock and balls on the front of the suit, but I couldn't feel any stimulation fro it.
I said, "Well, it feels nice and snug, at least. This will get me in the mood - Tony's coming over to see me tonight, and you know what sort of stuff he's into."
Mike just said, "Oh, really..."
Mike came over to me, closing his mobile phone, and said, "I have a surprise for you!"
Mike's surprises were usually something to worry about. I said, "Oh, what's that?"
"I've just been chatting to Tony about him coming to see you tonight. I described what you're wearing at the moment, and he says it sounds great."
"I see... so...?"
"So he's told me I need not bother unlocking you from your suit tonight, he'll just take you as you are!"
I was stunned. The suit and the plug had already got me horny, but with my cock trapped in this hard rubber cock I couldn't do anything about it. Now I've got to have hot sex with Tony tonight while still trapped this way?
Mike added, "He says that I should unlock your arse and take the plug out, since he plans to use that, but he doesn't need your cock so he doesn't mind that being inaccessible. And you don't mind, do you?"
"Well, if that's what he wants, who am I to say otherwise."
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